She wasn't pretty.

At thirteen, going on fourteen, her facial features were off somehow - not suited for one another: she had a prominent nose, her ears were large, and her wide, full mouth bristled with a maze of silver braces and tiny rubber bands.

There was nothing she could do about it. Her mom was long gone, and neither her big brother nor her dad were about to give her any beauty tips, that was for sure.

The only 'tip' either of them was interested in giving her was the one at the end of his big fat cock.

Lucy was a ranch girl. She knew all about reproduction. Sex was a mechanical act: stick it in, hump like crazy, pull it out and walk away. Ugh! She shuddered. So far she'd managed to avoid being subjected to that indignity.

She thought she had pretty eyes, but her full, low eyebrows detracted from them and her mop of deep-hued curly red hair was impossible to keep under control. It would frizz and tangle hopelessly in the slightest wind.

But those flaws paled beside the real problem. The real problem was she was five feet-seven inches tall and weighed a hundred seventy pounds. She was so fat she even disgusted herself. She was twice as big as the biggest boy in her class.

Tomorrow would be the first day of the new school year. She dreaded it. Last year everyone in school laughed at her, called her 'Big Red'. It was not a friendly tag. She would be in seventh grade this year and would be taking the bus to the middle school in Seynora, fifty-five miles south of the ranch her father and brother leased.

Idly, she slid her hand through the tendrils of chestnut colored hair that had grown at base of her belly. Her fingers felt nice there, right where her legs came together but she had no act in mind when she touched herself there. It felt nice. That was all.

Since she started having periods, the hair filled in, and her breasts grew, but she was so big everywhere you could hardly tell her boobs were even there when she was dressed.

Her fingers approached her favorite spot, slid past, making her shiver. She gazed into her eyes in the mirror. What would it be like to let them do it to me? The nice feeling faded. She removed her hand, and grabbed the towel to dry her hair. ......(cont)